Lyrics: Sharon Hu
Music: Sharon Hu
Arranger: Sharon Hu
You say I’m slowly coming of age,
Through mud I’ve walked, through scent I’ve turned the page.
This so-called finding who I am,
Is a thread I’ve never put away.
Childhood’s snow-white
Slowly takes on fate’s oil-painted light.
Looking back at all the dappled, dazzling days,
It’s just a long, unhurried sigh.
A grand artist rising from a tiny town,
Inevitably free in an earthly gown.
I haven’t seen too many rivers run,
Nor too many mountains kiss the sun.
The things that everyone else chases,
I, too, once reached for those embraces.
Hardship burns like a wildfire’s haze,
Anxiety sets the heart ablaze.
The present stills like quiet streams,
Slowly brews into boundless dreams.
Never mind —
I’ll slowly, slowly, slow my pace,
Slowly lush and full of grace.
Like one night’s spring wind suddenly sweeping through,
Filling the blank branches of my life anew.
I’ll slowly, slowly, step by step,
More fervent, more vivid yet.
When I stumble into trouble, it whispers to me,
“The worst is just to start again, wild and free.”
I’ve heard that slowness turns things round,
Patience makes the circle sound.
Sometimes an impulse, reckless and true,
Is simply fate’s design breaking through.
May the road stretch long, but my heart stay slow,
Sincere and warm — a lamp’s gentle glow.
Never mind —
I’ll slowly, slowly, let it grow,
Slowly bloom in freedom’s glow.
No more worry, no more fear,
Just existing, like all things here.
I’ll slowly, slowly, wait and see
The unknown future meant for me.
Wandering, lost, let waiting cease —
Enjoying now is the deepest peace.
Everything slow has already been released.